V.

Thomas Pynchon is the author of <i>V.</i> <i>The Crying of Lot 49</i> <i>Gravity's Rainbow</i> <i>Slow Learner</i> a collection of short stories <i>Vineland</i> <i>Mason and Dixon</i> <i>Against the Day</i> <i>Inherent Vice </i>and most recently <i>Bleeding Edge</i>. He received the National Book Award for <i>Gravity's Rainbow</i> in 1974. <p><b>The first novel from the great incomparable Thomas Pynchon.</b><br><br>The quest for <i>V.</i> sweeps us through sixty years and a panorama of Alexandria Paris Malta Florence Africa and New York. But who where or what is V.? Bawdy sometimes sad and frequently hilarious V. as become a modern classic.<br><br><b>'The greatest wildest most infuriating author of his generation' Ian Rankin <i>Guardian</i></b><br><br><b>'To read <i>V. </i>today is to experience Pynchon anew' <i>New Yorker</i></b></p> A remarkable book To read <i>V. </i>today is to experience Pynchon anew. Blast through the multilayered densities of <i>Gravity's Rainbow</i> <i>Mason & Dixon</i> and <i>Against the Day</i> and you have a young Cornell graduate an engineer from Long Island writing with an earnestness you might not have expected about a world he could never recover [Pynchon's] ambitions in <i>V</i>. are prodigious enough to demand comparison less with Perelman than with the Joyce of the Circe episode of <i>Ulysses</i> The greatest wildest most infuriating author of his generation [Pynchon] writes richer comedy than most card-carrying comic novelists filling his eight novels with hilarious spoofs outlandish characters screwball dialogue and zany scenarios <p><b>The first novel from the great incomparable Thomas Pynchon.</b><br><br>The quest for <i>V.</i> sweeps us through sixty years and a panorama of Alexandria Paris Malta Florence Africa and New York. But who where or what is V.? Bawdy sometimes sad and frequently hilarious V. as become a modern classic.<br><br><b>'The greatest wildest most infuriating author of his generation' Ian Rankin <i>Guardian</i></b><br><br><b>'To read <i>V. </i>today is to experience Pynchon anew' <i>New Yorker</i></b></p>